Eva saw nothing but a bright blue sky as she laid down on a soft patch of grass. It was a supremely nice day, and so the city decided to open up the dome during daylight hours. This allowed all of its birds to fly around and stretch their wings.
Drogar with the clearance and the equipment also had the same ability to enjoy the skies. Some took their most exciting and agile jets and performed trick after trick for hours on end. Way up high, beyond Eva’s reach.
She did her best to ignore such displays and buried her jealousy deep down. Being a grounded pilot was the closest thing to hell.
Luckily, she had her distractions. And they came with their own rewards.
She scanned her ledger through her DI, and noted how much wealth she had accumulated thus far. It wasn&rsquo
Over the course of writing this novel, I’ve been experimenting with different ways to structure my work week. I think I’ve finally found one that I like better than previous methods, and it starts with this chapter. I hope that this change makes my storytelling better than before.
Midway up one of the Red Spiral Towers, the Admiral, Retholis, and a few of their officers sat in a small, cozy booth. The booth was nothing more than a circular room with a dark wall and ceiling. A long cushioned seat ran along the edge of the wall, and ringed a circular table that protruded from the floor.On top of the table was a screen that perfectly displayed what was going on in the floor below, through the multiple EyeCasts that floated around.“Reth, I’m surprised,” said the Admiral. “And impressed. How’d you score such great boxed seats at the circus?!”Retholis laughed heartily at the Admiral’s joke, though the Drogar who accompanied him made sour faces instead.“The Senate is not a circus!” one of them cri
Eva inhaled deeply as she ground her foot into the sand, then with a long and even exhale, she leapt forward with explosive power. She dove in blade-first at her opponent, and slashed at him mercilessly.Her dance was powerful, but flowed like water. Her graceful movements kept her Drogar opponent unbalanced and uneasy. He simply had never fought anyone like her before, and had no idea how to deal with it.He stumbled backwards as he fended off each of her constant attacks. Though she pressured him greatly, he still sought for ways to reverse the situation.If he didn’t, he was as good as dead.Why in heavens did I challenge the human?!Cheers swept across the stands as Eva continually pushed back her opponent.
Felothi stepped through the doorway and into the small, dingy hab. The door slid shut behind him with a SWISH.He carefully slung the rifle off from his shoulder, then stepped in a wide alcove set into the wall to the right of the door. He set the rifle down and leaned it into the corner, then began to undo the various cords that held his robe tight.Once they were loose, he pulled his beltknife away and hung it on some pegs inside the alcove. He placed it alongside three others - one taller and a little more stylish than his, while the other two were smaller and child-sized.Just off beside that were a number of modest robes hanging from a handful of hooks. Similar to the beltknives, there were robes of various height here, with two of them clearly shorter than the others.
Lacroseth City was typically serene at night, especially when the skies were nice and the dome was open. This wasn’t such a night. The clouds blotted out the stars, and rain pattered all over the dome.Many portions of the city itself had gone dark, save for those closest to the center - those districts truly never stopped working. Up in the air between the buildings, much of the city’s traffic had become rather subdued, at least from regular gondolas. Multiple commercial transport vehicles had instead taken over the skylanes.Down on the ground, and in the buildings, millions of Drogar toiled on through the night. They kept the city safe, and warm, and most importantly, running. Guards and engineers and emergency personnel. Those sorts.Some simply liked to keep watch.
Retholis watched the Taloren sun sink down into the horizon. The sliver of bright yellow disappeared as sharp reds faded into a rich purple. High above, stars began to hint at their existence as night crept forward.Below the horizon, all over the city, lights began to turn brighter. The traffic in the skies subdued, and the streets began to clear.As he looked out across the city, a voice that spoke in Drogar spoke out in his office. Although the speech was acceptable, there was a clear lack in the typical melodic lilt most Drogar had.“You’re absolutely sure this is secure?” asked the voice.Retholis spun around and smiled with a short nod. He looked at the holographic image of the man in front of him. Or, rather, across his desk, opposite him.
Admiral Chase’s secret prison lab was brimming with activity, though anyone who looked at it would never have been able to tell. On the outside, it looked just like any other large warehouse - boring.People sometimes walked in and out with various sealed crates, but that was pretty much it.The inside was a completely different story.Numerous Federation engineers were busy all over the manufacturing floor as their printers cranked out shield after shield after shield. Each one was just slightly different in one way or another, be it shape, size, weight, materials, or overall cost.After the shields were completed and set aside, various drones would carry bundles of them over to the fully enclosed shooting range on the other side of the lab. There, mor
Duelist Ra’ventrii’s fight card was splashed up on the screens above the arena. An image of her armored form rotated as her statistics were laid out next to it.---Rank: 4th Tier, Top SeedWin Streak: 14Odds: 37:1KO Bonus: +7---Next to her fight card was her opponent’s - duelist Ledoss, a Reborn Anew. Unlike many others, his armor was sleek and light. It clearly provided an amazing amount of flexibility, similar to the Ra’ventrii armor.Unlike it, however, its outer plates were scales rather than feathers, and were colored an offwhite with gold accents. It
The stars glittered brightly up in the sky as dark waves lapped up against the dome’s edge. And just inside that edge, in a dark area of Lacroseth City, was a nondescript Red Zone.All in all, the Zone was unassuming. It consisted of a few low buildings with relatively simple designs and with muted colors. In fact, anyone who glanced in its direction wouldn’t have been able to tell much difference from the rest of the city around it.Otherwise, everything else inside was practically invisible to the untrained eye - the central security and communications tower, the multiple disguised guardstations, the discreet plain-robed guards patrolling the zone, the popup autoturrets embedded in the ground everywhere.All of them looked relatively normal. Or at least, they were disguised to look no